Pure Blood Marriage · Y/n story by @ewwos

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was buzzing with the usual end-of-term chaos. Students scrambled between tables, trunks floating behind them, as the final feast of the year wound down.

Professor McGonagall

taps her goblet with a fork, the sound cutting through the chatter Settle down, settle down. I have a few announcements before you all head off for the summer.

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muttering from the Slytherin table Bet it's another bloody notice about the restricted section.

Professor McGonagall

clears throat Firstly, I'd like to remind all seventh years that your N.E.W.T. results will be sent by owl by the first of August.

She paused, adjusting her spectacles. Her gaze swept the hall, landing briefly on a dark-haired boy slouched at the Slytherin table.

Professor McGonagall

Secondly. A matter of tradition. As per the ancient contracts held between certain families, an arranged betrothal has been finalized.

A ripple of whispers spread through the hall. Heads turned. Eyes darted toward the Slytherin table—toward him.

Mattheo Riddle

still picking at his plate, not looking up Fucking hell.

McGonagall's voice didn't waver.

Professor McGonagall

Mr. Mattheo Riddle. And Miss Y/n L/n. You are both required to meet in the Headmaster's office within the hour to sign the binding agreement.